This is Chapter 3 of my JTHM fanfic. So far, nothing much is happening
byway of the action, but things are beginning to pick up from here!
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Nny climbed up from his basement, slightly disappointed that his fun had been interrupted by the man's premature death. There was a large frown on his face.
As he made his way to his kitchen, he began to think about what the man had said: Why does Nny do the things he does?
"You do them because YOU want to, Nny, my friend", he heard a voice say to him.
Nny looked to the other side of his 'fridge. It was Mr. Eff, one of the Doughboys.
"Do not listen to that particular man. You are only doing this to rid the world of idiots, losers, and those that hurt you."
Nny pulled out a molding sandwich. "Ugh", he said. "I hate ham and cheese." He looked back down to the D-Boy.
"I know why I do what I do, but I don't know why I can't control it. It's like you keep telling me what to do when I don't know, and then it all becomes clear to me.
Eff smiled. "As always."
Turning to his television set (which was a UF by the way), he began flipping channels until he found his favorite, pre-evening show, 'Jimmy the Mantis-Boy'. Looking at his clock, he realized that it was only about 6:25 p.m. The man had died about 6:20 then, and that would also mean he had missed the show he wanted to watch.
"I might as well turn into bed early", he said to Eff, who had sat himself beside Nny on his couch.
"Sleep tight, my friend", he said.
After making sure Nny was asleep, Eff stole out of his bedroom and went down into Nny's basement.
But he did not go down into the playroom; knocking twice on a wall, he stood back and waited. A square glow began to encompass the wall, as it began to change from a brownish-stained coloring to a blood-red hole.
As Eff stepped inside it, a low rumble began to emit from inside the hole.
Welcome home, Eff," a voice said.
Wait for Chapter 4. I promise it will be good!
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Nny climbed up from his basement, slightly disappointed that his fun had been interrupted by the man's premature death. There was a large frown on his face.
As he made his way to his kitchen, he began to think about what the man had said: Why does Nny do the things he does?
"You do them because YOU want to, Nny, my friend", he heard a voice say to him.
Nny looked to the other side of his 'fridge. It was Mr. Eff, one of the Doughboys.
"Do not listen to that particular man. You are only doing this to rid the world of idiots, losers, and those that hurt you."
Nny pulled out a molding sandwich. "Ugh", he said. "I hate ham and cheese." He looked back down to the D-Boy.
"I know why I do what I do, but I don't know why I can't control it. It's like you keep telling me what to do when I don't know, and then it all becomes clear to me.
Eff smiled. "As always."
Turning to his television set (which was a UF by the way), he began flipping channels until he found his favorite, pre-evening show, 'Jimmy the Mantis-Boy'. Looking at his clock, he realized that it was only about 6:25 p.m. The man had died about 6:20 then, and that would also mean he had missed the show he wanted to watch.
"I might as well turn into bed early", he said to Eff, who had sat himself beside Nny on his couch.
"Sleep tight, my friend", he said.
After making sure Nny was asleep, Eff stole out of his bedroom and went down into Nny's basement.
But he did not go down into the playroom; knocking twice on a wall, he stood back and waited. A square glow began to encompass the wall, as it began to change from a brownish-stained coloring to a blood-red hole.
As Eff stepped inside it, a low rumble began to emit from inside the hole.
Welcome home, Eff," a voice said.
Wait for Chapter 4. I promise it will be good!
